Saturday, February 28, 2009


...for now. As of this time, we'll be leaving for Navarre Beach, FL, at about 6:00 A.M. We are planning to stay a whole month. Of course, Terry saw a weather report on television that said there might be up to 5 inches of snow in Birmingham tomorrow morning, and he is not eager to drive in snow, so he has said we may delay our departure until afternoon to give the snow a chance to melt. Personally, I feel he is being just a little overcautious (read panicky), but since I'm not the one driving, I will be going along for the ride whenever we leave. The worst of the weather is supposed to be between the TN-AL border and just south of Birmingham, so we'll see. He wants to check again later and see how things are going. Just our luck--a southern snowstorm on the first day of March! And when we get to Florida, the temperature isn't supposed to get out of the 50's for several days. I guess that's better than the 30's we are supposed to have here, but I am hoping the weather warms up sooner rather than later. If it doesn't, though, I have about a dozen paperback books and all my painting supplies to take along, so I won't mind!
Speaking of painting, these are last Monday's projects, both of which I finished in about a little more than an hour. The top is a watercolor interpretation of one of Alissa's photos. The bottom is an abstract sunset, just done for the fun of it.
I am taking my computer with me to Florida, but if there is no Internet connection, I will be off-line until April. We'll see. If that's the case, see you then. Meanwhile, life is good....

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Sandwich Generation... something I have often read about but not experienced--until now. While I am not exactly in the middle of an older and younger generation, I seem to be in the middle of an older and same generation, both needing me right now.

My dad has always been very independent and has continued to live an active life in the twelve years since my mother died. She was sick off and on for several years before she died, and he took care of her, so unlike many men of his generation, he was accustomed to caring for himself and generally living his life on his own terms. However, due to a series of health setbacks over the last several months, he now finds himself depending on his kids to help him. My brother spent a month with him during rehab from knee surgery last fall, and my sister and I have been taking turns spending days with him since early December. We are all glad to be able to help out when we are needed. He very much wants to get to where he is able to walk without a walker and take care of his own meals and drive to his own appointments. The problem is that every time he thinks things are getting better, something else happens. Right now he is in the hospital because of some swelling and a high clotting time. It was supposed to be for 2 or 3 days, but it's been 6 so far. He will have to regain the little strength he had all over again.

I have enjoyed spending time with Dad and making sure he has his meals three days a week, while my sister covers the other four. But in December, Terry and I made plans to go to Florida for a month next week, our first real vacation since I retired almost 5 years ago. When we made the reservation and non-refundable deposit, we thought Dad would be fine before we left. He's not, and now I will be leaving my sister with the whole responsibility while I'm gone, leaving me feeling somewhat guilty. It's not feasible to postpone, and I'm really ready for a trip and warm weather at the beach. Not only that, Terry would NOT be happy if I wanted to postpone. He already is getting tired and resentful of the time I am away from home each week. He was patient for longer than I actually expected, but now he thinks it is time to either pressure Dad to do more for himself or hire someone to be there to help him. He bases his feelings on the way his mom behaved and how she enjoyed being dependent on people. She always rather expected that people would take care of her, and when you gave her sympathy, she became even more pitiful. So Terry rarely gave her any, and then she did act better. However, I don't think Dad is anything like Terry's mother. It makes him uncomfortable to be dependent like this. His father was somewhat of a burden to him and my mom, and that's the last thing he wants to be. I believe Dad will be more than happy to take over his own care as soon as possible, but he has to regain his strength first, and if things don't quit happening to slow him down, that may be awhile.

I don't know how all this will play out. I hope by the time we get home April 1 that Dad is living independently again, for everyone's sake, but we will have to see. Meanwhile, I am going to the beach next week, and for me, anyway, life is good...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Isn't this an idyllic setting? It looks so peaceful and calm in the summer sun. Of course, at some point in the near future, this scene would become alive with harvesters and threshers (I think, anyway. I'm no farmer, after all.) The wheat would be cut and separated from the chaff and leave this beautiful field shorn and ugly with stubble. The picture would become something different altogether. I'm glad that Alissa captured this scene in its perfection and that I was able to paint it. Now it will always look like this in our minds.

Of course, after another season, the field would likely look pretty much like this again, and the cycle would repeat itself. I guess that's the way life is. Sometimes it's pretty, and sometimes it's not. However, I guess the ugliness serves a purpose. If you didn't harvest the wheat, it would grow ugly anyway, and you wouldn't have the grain for use in so many products. In life, the bad times tend to make the good times seem even better. So I guess there's a reason for everything, and God knows what the reason and purpose are. We may not always be able to figure it out, but we don't have to. We have God to help us with that. Life is good...